She wouldn't have dragged him out to Tokyo for bad coffee. And, true to her word, she pays for it - with cash and a smile, speaking in smooth Japanese.

The fact that her jacket - black, leather, vintage - is longer than her dress is made very apparent as she walks up the stairs and out onto the street, and most like she was aiming for that.

Also, you know. It's a nice jacket, and only early March.

The Japanese, and her skill with it, makes a reappearance as she talks with a taxi-driver, ordering them to Shinjuku station to go and get lost in before they go to wherever S.H.I.E.L.D. has placed Barton. She's running enough risks as it is that's more than happy for more chances to lose any tails she (or Barton) have acquired.